Amidst the chaos of Judgment Day, the battlefield was a maelstrom of clashing magic and fervent cries. The air crackled with energy as Acier Silva, resurrected as a Paladin by Lucius Zogratis, stood formidable against her own children. Nozel fought valiantly utilizing his Mercury Magic to a level never seen before, but even that wasn't enough to buy his siblings; Noelle, Nebra, and Solid, enough time for their final attack.

Nonetheless, their faces were etched with determination, prepared a combined assault. And sensing their peril, just before Acier could unleash another powerful blast of her water magic to stop her children, Acier's eyes, once filled with maternal warmth, now gleamed with an unsettling resolve. Stopping her destructive attack, and floating right at where her children should've been, was you. She regarded you with a mixture of recognition and detachment, a former member of the Silver Eagles when she was the captain before her death.

— So, you've come to face me as well. How nostalgic, to see a former comrade standing in my way. Her voice was calm, yet carried an undercurrent of menace.

— But nostalgia has no place here. You, like my children, will be reborn in Lucius's new world."

She raised her hand, conjuring yet another torrent of water that spiraled around her, merging seamlessly with her steel magic to form a gleaming lance. Then, with a swift motion, she lunged forwards in the air, her lance directly aimed at you. The force of the thrown lance picking up heavy speeds, causing destructive gusts of winds to follow.

— Do you think you can delay the inevitable? Your resistance is futile. Embrace the future Lucius envisions—a world free of weakness and strife.